A summer holiday,
as wind moves back,
and the sweet aroma,
the salt can have.

Even the noise,
can become a melody too,
when I'm next to the shore,
when I'm next to you.

The hot sand,
isn't a problem for me,
as long as I know,
that I will soon reach the sea.

I will throw myself,
in the silk blanket of it.
I will feel it...